Trouble

Tam the Traitor

Biana POV

"I wonder how Sophie's doing?" Keefe asked. 

"It's just not the same going to school without her nearly blowing up the school every week." Marella responded. "On the positive side, it's  also not the same without Fitz, Keefe, and Dex staring at her like the rest of us don't exists." 

Dex blushed with a guilty face, at the exact same time Keefe yelled "I do NOT!". Fitz simply said "She's my Cognate! I have to look out for her."

A very awkward silence followed.

"I don't have to be a Empath to sense what's going on here!" Tam finally remarked. "Just shut up with your useless love square. We get it! We know y'all like Sophie. We all miss Sophie." Tam's face started to contort and he began blinking rapidly. 

"Oooh, is Tammy crying?" Keefe said giddily.

"TAM, YOU TRAITOR!" I shouted at him. He had been my boyfriend for a whole year. I thought he was devoted to me!

Master Prentice walked up to us. He was just another reminder of how much we all missed Sophie. Sophie had healed his shattered mind just a few years before. Now they were all in the elite levels at Foxfire, with Fitz staying on as a teacher's assistant. Of course it was perfect Fitzy! Keefe was also stuck taking another year because he had to many detentions to graduate. He was retaking Level Eight.

"Detention for all of you! I don't care if you're part of the Black Swan, or if you healed me, but you need to be quiet!", Master Leto said quite angrily. In a quiet whisper, so the rest of study hall couldn't hear, he said "Watch out! Tomorrow's Bronte's turn!"

Well great, I thought. Detention meant Bronte's inflicting practice time. Sophie had been trying to teach him how to inflict positive emotions and it hadn't been working anywhere close to well. It always went the exact same way. First, Bronte would try and think of positive emotions (which was nearly impossible for the ancient, angry Councillor). Then he would try and bring those happy emotions to himself (which also rarely worked). Next, he would try and send those emotions to us in some weird inflicting way. Since that almost never worked, he would get mad. And then, finally for the grand finale, he would accidentally inflict on us for the rest of the session, and make all of us detention goers cry. 

Maybe, I just thought I could take a field trip tomorrow.